Woke this morning as I nromally do and got ready for work. I think that its a morning just like anything else. I take my vitamins, put my makeup on,do my hair and kiss my children on the forehead as I do every morning before I leave for work. I arrive to work at 6:42 and hang out in my car for a few minutes listening to Christmas music and check the lastest on facebook. I'm feeling pretty good but I have this aching headache that is just irritating me. I figure I will go in and take something for it before I start work, knowing I have to train someone i certainly dont need a headache and listen to myself talk the whole day. I come inside the building and get my temp taken and as most of the time,its 97.4. I punch in and headout to my hall.I get report from the 3rd shift nurse and go get my weekly test for COVID. I place my own swab in the testing slot and it lights up as if it had whistles it would be ringing, I'm thinking well that the control line, umm nope it was the test line. I was positive for COVID. I felt my eyes well up with tears and before I knew it I was full blown with tears streaming down my face. The only thing I could think of was my children. I was swabbed a second time to send to the lab, escorted to the front door and as they went to gather my things I was staning all alone thinking this couldnt be true. I drove home crying the whole way trying like mad to get ahold of my kids. My son had friend over the night before. I finally reached my son and told hi to tell his buddy to get ahold of his parents to come get him asap as I have COVID. I came in through the back door and went straight to my room. My room is upstairs away from everyone else. My bedroom consists of a bathroom and a room with a tv, bed, and my computer. I had both kids call their Dad to find out if they can go to his doctorsto be tested. ALl the while my Mom tests positive and my Dad tested positive as well. The kids tests came back negative! That was a huge relief for me. May Dad contacts his doctor and they both are told to head up to that hospital to get an infusion. Thats where my parents spend the next 8 hours at. And so my journey begins. My life in quarantine........
